Demoness part 2

**~Camila's POV~**

*Shatter!*

We both shifted our gaze to her. Chris Dick was still outside his pants, and I was still wrapping my legs around his waist. I winked at Claudia while removing my legs from Chris’s waist, and walked over to the table, raising my glass to her.

“She must really want me gone. What was the need for her to be screaming while you were fucking her with that small thing you call a dick?”

“Camille!!!!” Chris shouted.

“Camille, my ass!” I yelled, “Oh, I forgot to mention that your teeny-tiny dick is outside. With that small little dick of yours, you have the audacity to fuck everything you see. I’m curious why women keep chanting your name each time you fuck them with that tiny thing you call a ‘dick.’ I walked past Claudia, who was still clutching her chest, trying to catch a breath. Fortunately, I was wearing his shirt at the time.

*convincing, right? Very convincing. She will now think he fucked me after fucking her. Payback time bitch!*

A hand grabbed me and slid a ring on my finger.

“Perfect, I’m back to being Mrs. Grayston. Oh, help Mrs. Grayston, wanna-be, she seems to be having trouble breathing.”

“Camila Grayston!” He barked.

“Oh shut up! Grayston, my a$$!” I yelled as I ascended the stairs.

**~Christopher’s POV~**

“Oh, and your teeny-tiny dick is outside. You have the audacity to fuck everything you see with your tiny little dick of yours. I’m curious as to why women keep chanting your name each time you fuck them with that tiny thing you call a ‘dick.’

I made a sneering remark. I swear I had to look twice at my dick. This girl’s chutzpah.

*Is my cock truly that diminutive? What exactly is this girl talking about?*

I gaze at Claudia, who is still clutching her chest as if I care. I got bored just looking at her. Wait,

*Did she think I would leave my wife for her? Did she? If she wants, let her suffer a heart attack? I don’t have time to justify my behavior to her. She is a nobody, simply someone who is constantly after my cock.*

That girl’s nerve. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I fell for it like a fool. My wife made sure she killed two birds with one stone.

*That little demoness.*

I retrieved my car keys and drove away. I went straight to Mark. I am still thinking about whether I have a little cock. Camille, my wife, has a way of making me question my beliefs. If my cock is that small, why are women always screaming my name? I looked at my friend Mark. I need to use his restroom. I really want to have a look at my cock again.

“Hey, man, can I use your restroom?”

“What is wrong with you, since when have you asked me if you could use my restroom?” I walked into the restroom, pulled my pants down, and had a look at my cock. Naa, this isn’t small. I mean I know if I ever give in I’ll rip her to pieces. I wore my pants and dragged the pants down to look at my member again. I sighed, dressed, and left the restroom. That demoness of mine. I will fuck her to prove to her that it’s not small one day.

“You look quite disturbed today. What’s going on? You, coming to my house? This is new.” I headed straight to the point.

“I’m just curious as to whether I actually do have a little dick.”

“What do you mean when you say you have a little dick with that enormous dick of yours? You are insane. If yours is small, I do not possess a dick then. Or are you proposing an exchange?”

“My wife, on the other hand, believes otherwise. She recently informed me that I have a little dick and is perplexed as to why girls would scream my name as I fuck them.”

Mark burst out laughing, as he often does.

“Why are you opposed to my meeting your wife? I already admire her. She has an uncanny ability to make you doubt yourself. What did you do this time that prompted her to make the remark,* ‘your dick is small?’*

“To be fair, she caught me twice fucking Claudia. My wife’s identity remains a mystery. She fled the nation, and I was unable to locate her. I have no information about her. She was picked up at the airport in a vehicle similar to the one I’m driving, but I have nothing on her. She fled the nation and returned without my knowledge for three weeks. She served me with divorce papers, but she’s bluffing; we did until death separated us. Camille is not going anywhere.”

“Chris, I didn’t mind who you fucked, man, but fucking Claudia was inappropriate.”

“To be honest, my inability to locate Camille frustrated me. I had no excuse for the first time, but this time around, I just wanted a good fuck to forget all about my failing to locate her. I fucking need a drink.”

After hours of drinking, I returned home and entered my room. Camille was not there. I went to the room we used the other time. She was not there. I summoned Robin’s help.

“Can you tell me where my wife is?”

“Is she not in Liam’s room, sir? Let me double-check.” He returned and informed me that she was not there.

*What the fuck is that little demon up to now?*